I wish we still wrote letters.
Nothing makes you feel the way you do when you have the paper inbetween your fingers and familar scrawlings dancing along the page.

Things get to a certain point and you stop caring.

The bathroom needs to be cleaned....I don't care.
I only have one week to do like a terms worth of school work....I don't care.
I have a huge assignment that I haven't even started due tomorrow....I don't care.

My face is so uncomfortable. Everytime I swallow, it feels as if someone pinches my face as hard as they can. I just want my normal face back.

I have to decide wether I am going to all the functions I am invited in the next week. I could do homework instead...the question is though...will I do the home work.

My sister is wonderful and so talented. That's my sister! I'm looking forward to seeing her in the next few weeks. Want to go see "The Holiday"? Jack Black as romantic lead!

I'm trying.